At 5:00 every morning is when my day starts. I get up, stretch, go to Pilates, and go to work. When I come home, it is usually late at night, but sometimes I can't tell what time it is. It might be days, months, or even years before I come home. As I prepare to travel, my kids ask when I will get home. I simply say, "I don't know." My job? I travel between worlds. What am I? A kiwi. Rawr. Yes, you heard me right: a kiwi. A kiwi from another world. Where do I travel? Earth; a world filled with unidentified organisms. It is a scary thought for a small kiwi like me. It is strange to think a kiwi could have a job, but you'll get used to it after reading the story for a while. Sure, it can be interesting and fun, but every once in a while, something goes wrong. Speaking of which, the experience I had most recently was one of the worst ever. It was terrible.
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Hello. This is just a little draft I made, and I just want advice on how to advance the story so I can get better at writing. You can also leave comments about what could happen next, and I may put it in the story. I might change your suggestions slightly, though, so be prepared for that, too.
My editor, PeepsBird ,helped with this.
No hate, please.
-obviouslythepotato
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The Confused Kiwi
RandomA little kiwi scientist is brought to Earth from another dimension, and he describes his adventures to his family in a journal.
